Lyrics of 'G5 (feat. Lil Gotit e Zaytoven)' by Lil Keed

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
God damn I couldn't even breathe just then

I spend that money
Shots at her bonnet
Rip London
Hunnids on hunnids
I beat that backend
I'm gonna back in
I got your freak hoe, yeah, come on and tag in
Your main hoe can't talk, Gucci flip flops
I got babies folding on me, shit I pop shots
Got slimes that pop locks
They are fucking nigga thots
I just hopped on a G5 with a G5 you know what I'm saying
Let's go let's go

Calling niggas that get money woah (finesse)
Dyn they come and snatch your soul (dyn)
You know we're never worried about so and so (slime)
I'm gonna slime a nigga that (slatt)
Yeah dyn fuckin all these nigga hoes (dyn)
Straight up hunnids up to the mothafucka o (yeah)
Fake ass niggas dyn gonna expose (yeah)
Dyn (oh, yeah)
It's never been a worry
Stay down when the racks up in a hurry
We're this shit that he cannot get this courage
Why you actin against us when you know that you nerdy
I'm saying, moving slower than a turtle
She told me take it easy but you know I would not hurt em
Millions gotta sit here on purpose
Pass me the water, cause you know these bitches thirsty
Niggas say I'm dirty, bitch I'm dirty than ever
You know my twin, now he slimey as ever
Niggas acting like they hard, but they softer than ever
Dyn think smart bitch you know I'm too clever
Slatt slatt slatt, take her shit won't get it back
Thirsty nigga in the city that's a fact (dyn)
Can I pull up on kanye if I ain't step back wow (facts)

I spend that money
Shots at her bonnet
Rip London
Hunnids on hunnids
I beat that backend
I'm gonna back in
I got your freak hoe, yeah, come on and tag in
Your main hoe can't talk, Gucci flip flops
I got babies folding on me shit I pop shots
Got slimes that pop locks
They are fucking nigga thots
I just hopped on a G5 with a G5 you know what I'm saying
Let's go, let's go

I be the one to drop the bag on the opps
Y'all be the quicker ones that call the cops
Lil bitch getting dropped
Scat-pack yeah patek on them hoes
High just like bart new burberry
Boy new stylist drip all season
Yeah I'm coming right and I'm flexing on them broads
Soon I pop my shit they think I'm wrong
Keep em coming beggin for money like goons
Bullshit just leave me alone
Had a hublot at 19 then copped a two tone
I'm a drippy lil bastard and I be running that ghost like I'm casper
Yeah I'm shitting on these fuckin niggas I need some pampers
You niggas too funny, remind me of
I'm fuckin another nigga bitch yeah why ion pull up on camera

I spend that money
Shots at her bonnet
Rip London
Hunnids on hunnids
I beat that backend
I'm gonna back in
I got your freak hoe, yeah, come on and tag in
Your main hoe can't talk, Gucci flip flops
I got babies folding on me shit I pop shots
Got slimes that pop locks
They are fucking nigga thots
I just hopped on a G5 with a G5 you know what I'm saying
(Let's go let's go)